AN: Something I wrote randomly during a break at school.
"I don't know what I am anymore. I'm lost in it all... I feel... I feel like I'm drowning out at sea in a storm and no one can hear my screams for help. You can't come and save me now and, in a way, I don't want to be saved.
I'm... scared, I guess. Heh, 'scared'- thought that word would never come out of my mouth, eh? Yeah... Yeah I'm scared...
I was frightened a lot of times, you know, on our travels. But I couldn't show it, not to the rest of them- us three were the strongest... we had to take on what they couldn't. But I got courage from you two... You especially. You were my counterpart when we fought. For all our fights, we always had each other's backs. And that was good, that was nice- it gave me reassurance when I had none left in me.
But now you're not here...? I'm scared again. What happens now? What do I... What do we do? We can't find someone else, because... because well... Look. There's probably hundreds of people out there who are strong. But... What... What I'm trying to say is... Ugh! Who else is going to sleep in stupid places? Who else can dare to steal liquor from my kitchen? Who else could challenge me in a fight?...
Just... I... There..."
Sanji stared at the three katanas in his lap on the grassy patch of ground near the black headstone with it's gold engravings. He took in a shaky breath, hands coming up to cover his face and chewed at his lip, "I'm only going to say this once... You better be listening..." He whispered.
"There's no one out there like you... and..." His voice strained, "There never will be... Zoro."